Drive down the street can't find my keys to my ownFucking homeI take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumbI make a right after the arches, stinking grease and boneStop at the supermarket, people stare like I'm a dogI'm goin' to lukin's... I got a spot at lukin's... I knock the door at lukin's...

Open the fridge, now I know life is worthI find the key, but I return to find an open doorSome fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, herOwn sonI find my wife, I call the cops, this day's work's neverDoneThe last I heard the freak was purchasing a fucking gun